On Valentine’s Day 12 beautiful long stemmed roses were delivered to my office. After enjoying them through the week, it was time to take them home on Friday.
Thursday night though, I got a flat on my Schwinn Le Tour Sport. It was a nasty double gee which made my tyre hiss like an angry cat when it was removed. I didn’t fix it because I got distracted, so on Friday morning I grabbed the nearest bike – my Giant STP, to ride to work.
The STP is in mountain bike mode and doesn’t have a rack. I shoved my stuff into my Crumpler messenger bag and left. It wasn’t until I got to work I realised I would have to get my roses home somehow and I had ridden the wrong bike for the job. My only saving grace was that the sender of the roses knew I would be bringing them home by bicycle and selected the dozen roses that came in a massive box.
I deliberately didn’t water them so that I wouldn’t have water running down my back whilst riding home. I put them back in the box, and the messenger bag straps were only just long enough to clip around it. Crumpler to the rescue!
They made it home safe and sound.
